Xavier
It’s incredible. Almost inspiring. I'm watching Allie from across the room, and she's become the focal point of the entire cast and crew. Everyone seems to love her. She's as charismatic as she’s ever been.
Halfway up to my penthouse, I stopped the elevator and came back down, needing to put my new plan into immediate action.
Seeing her here in the middle of the group, getting along with everyone so effortlessly, reminds me of high school and the way she used to be popular back then. She's never had to work hard for a single fucking thing in her life, unlike me.
I feel so jaded by her and so deceived, and yet looking at her now, I find myself having salacious thoughts. It’s like my brain and my cock aren’t communicating. Even though I know her soul is ugly, her body's fucking hot.
She's wearing nothing but a baggy t-shirt and black pants that define her slim frame. Even in that, she makes me hard.
And there's nothing I appreciate more than a beautiful woman. I guess you could say I'm a womanizer, but I couldn’t fucking care less.
I've come such a far way, down such a long road, to build this empire. I deserve all the riches at the top, including the hottest women.
Unlike Allie, I always had to struggle for friends and for affection. I was the nerd in high school who possessed a genius intellect but had a lack of friends. Seeing Allie interact with my cast and my crew this way brings up those feelings of resentment.
I want her to struggle. I want her to know how I felt being at the bottom of the totem pole. A part of me wants to punish her.
I stride over to where she's talking to her newfound friends. They all start to whisper as I come towards them.
Being the CEO and the billionaire boss of this whole operation, well, it affords me a certain amount of presence. Everyone knows when I walk into a room. I write their paychecks. And at this point, I’m quickly becoming famous in this town.
"Hello, everyone," I say. "Today was a really nice shoot. Thank you, all of you, for your cooperation and for your patience."
She's looking at me with big eyes and I know I have her right where I want her. The cast and crew scatter when I show up. I have that effect on people. My authority radiates from me, and I don't mind that people feel nervous around me. It gives me an air of power, something I plan on using against Allie right now.
She introduces herself confidently, and again I wonder where she gets that kind of natural charisma that I’ve worked so hard to develop.
"Hello, sir, I'm Allie Baldwin. I don't think we've met yet."
I can't even believe my ears. I mean, I suspected she didn’t recognize me earlier, but now, up close, she really doesn't remember me? I guess I shouldn't blame her. I look completely different from my younger version. I've grown up now. I'm much taller and pure muscle. Nothing like the geeky kid she used to know.
I shouldn't expect her to remember me, but it still pisses me off that she doesn't.
She's gazing at me with intense, hungry eyes and I can tell I have the same effect on her that I do on everyone else. She wants it bad. At least one thing's for sure—she'll never forget me again by the time I’m done with her.
I will not, however, give her the benefit of knowing who I truly am. This isn’t the right time to reveal the fact that I'm geeky Stanley Armstrong from her past, now only known as Xavier.
I smile charmingly and say, "Hi, Allie, I’m your new boss. One of the higher-ups."
I purposely don’t give her my official title. I can't have her knowing that not only am I a higher-up, but I'm the CEO of the whole fucking company. My identity can't be revealed to Allie just yet.
It gives me such pleasure to say I’m her boss. Pretty soon I'm going to be her boss in more ways than one. In all the ways that count.
Even though she jilted me in the past, I’m so attracted to her right now that it's the only I can think about. The sexual tension is practically sizzling between us. She wants me...bad, just like all the other women.
It's not surprising, and I even though I plan to let her in between my sheets, that's as far as it will ever go.
What Allie doesn't know is if she had stayed true to me, I would've given her the whole goddamn world. I've become a booming success and the fact that she left me in high school, well, that's her problem now. She's obviously struggling for modeling jobs, while I'm at the pinnacle of my career. The knowledge is satisfying.
"I'm overseeing this shoot," I say, not wanting to reveal too much truth.
"Oh," she says, her eyes lighting up. "I just want you to know that I had a lovely time working for your crew today and I think it would be so great to work with you in the future. If you ever have any other jobs come up where you need to have a blonde model step in, I'd love to be your go-to girl."
"My go-to girl?" I say as my eyes feast upon her body, and I give her a smirk. "You can be my go-to girl anytime you want."
My words are laced with heavy undertones, and I know she gets the innuendo. She wants me just as badly as I want her.
I can't help it. She's fucking stunning, even more beautiful than when we were in high school. I have to get a piece of her, and then I'll leave her just like she left me.
"Well, I'd love to get to know you a little bit better," she says. "Maybe you can tell me more about Hard Pressed?"
Yeah, she wishes. I'm sure she would love to get to know me better, as all women do. She lost her chance. But I'm still willing to claim her and to show her what she's been missing, and only when the moment's right will I reveal who I truly am.
I can't wait to see her face when she discovers that I've turned into a billionaire bad boy.
It’s the perfect opening, and I decide it's time to put my deceitful plan into action. Allie hurt me in the past, and I intend to hurt her in the future.
"Sure, I'd love to get to know you better too. Will you have lunch with me tomorrow? Say around noon?"
She looks excited, and something about that makes me fucking angry. She really doesn't know who I am, and I'm gonna have to make her pay for that.
"Yes, I'd love to!" she says.
She's like all the other women, pining for my attention. It's just too damn easy sometimes.
"Okay, meet me at the restaurant Blackwell's. You know it?"
She nods. "Yeah, the fine dining restaurant downtown. Right?"
"Right."
I smile and turn away, chuckling to myself. Little does she know what I have in store for her. This is all part of my warped plan. If she wants to get to know me, she's about to get to know the dark side.